"I asked the donor about a person, and his name was Shi Kang. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Facing the menacing Baiqi bandit, Huineng looked at Ma Si with a calm face and slowly said the name.

"Do you know our big boss?" Ma Si really couldn't imagine that the mysterious big boss would have something to do with the Shaolin monk, but he couldn't help but believe it, you must know that the name Shi Kang was the first time that many bandits from Heifeng Village heard it.

Huineng didn't pay attention to Ma Si's rhetorical question, but murmured softly: "Senior Brother Huiqing, I finally found you after so many years......

With Huineng, a Shaolin monk, Ma Si knew that he was destined to return in vain today, but fortunately he came out to do their business, but he looked at it lightly, and if he could beat it, he would fight to the death, and if he couldn't beat it, he would run, and the wind was tight, which was a matter of course, but since that man came to Heifeng Mountain, this kind of thing has not had a chance to do it for a long time. Ma Si glanced at the monk who had been losing his mind since just now, and turned around to leave.

"Master Ma Shi should stay. At this moment, Huineng suddenly raised his head and spoke. The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears.

"Could it be that Master Fei is really a black wind and Ma Si is a good bully!" Ma Si turned his horse's head sharply and stared at Hui Neng, his face was hideous and terrifying.

As soon as the words fell, Ma Si suddenly felt a danger coming, which was purely his instinct cultivated by the life of licking blood from the knife for so many years, and he was about to dodge.

The next moment, a right hand reached out, bent into a claw, and had already grabbed his shoulder, only to see that arm shake, Ma Si immediately fell from the horse and fell heavily to the ground. A yellow-robed monk stood in front of him.

Naturally, it was Huineng, and his hand-grasping kung fu was the "cloud take-up" in the hands of the thirty-six-style dragon claw grab. Since Hui Neng entered the Discipline Academy, he has been immersed in the stunt of the dragon claw hand for a full sixteen years, and his kung fu has long been perfected, at such a close distance, it is impossible to avoid it unless he is a master of the second rank or above, and obviously he Ma Si does not belong to this ranks.

The field was instantly quiet, and both the Black Wind Bandits and the officers and soldiers of Yicheng opened their eyes wide, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief, the four masters of the Black Wind Village, who had changed their complexion when everyone heard about it, actually fell in front of their eyes.

Yikong's face was as usual, and he knew best about his master's strength. And although Wang Chan still maintained a smile on his face, his eyelids jumped without a trace, originally he thought that he had overestimated Huineng enough, but he didn't expect to underestimate it. Because Hui Neng's action just now was so fast, even he only saw a trace of afterimage. Fortunately, he didn't have any crooked thoughts along the way, otherwise he would have been taken down by his stern and rigid senior brother for questioning. The monk who holds the precepts knows the law and violates the law, and the crime is increased by one degree, and whether his life can be saved is still a matter of two words.

There is still a long way to go.

Ma Si, who fell to the ground, tried to struggle to stand up, pulling the wound, and vomited out of a mouthful of blood. At this time, the bones near his right shoulder were almost completely shattered, and his entire arm had been scrapped, which was undoubtedly the heaviest blow to a martial arts practitioner. And for Ma Si, who is in the green forest, it is undoubtedly more deadly, without the strength to suppress it, maybe someone will step on his head tomorrow and sit on the fourth position in Heifeng Village.

Ma Si raised his head and stared at Hui Neng, his eyes were blood-red, and he said fiercely: "Kill them for me!"

By this time he had been completely carried away by hatred.

Even though Ma Si is seriously injured now, the power of the past is still there. The group of bandits quickly reacted, picked up the blades in their hands, slapped the back of their horses, and roared and charged at Wang Chan and them. Which of the mountain bandits in Heifeng Village did not carry more than ten or twenty lives on their backs, and a hundred horsemen launched a charge together, arrogant.

Seeing this, the group of Yicheng officers and soldiers had no choice but to face it head-on, if it weren't for the hand that Hui Neng just now gave them a little more confidence in their hearts, maybe they didn't even have the courage to meet the enemy at this moment. Even so, as soon as the two sides came into contact, Yicheng's side immediately fell behind. Fortunately, Liu Xiong, a master of the third grade, was here, and I saw him carrying a spear in his hand, rushing to kill in the crowd, and every shot could cleanly pick out a thief.

Wang Chan glanced at Liu Xiong and cast his gaze into the air. One of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, the dragon claw is empty, and now he is naturally not qualified to practice, he uses Shaolin's most basic Arhat boxing, but Wang Chan has seen a trace of the battlefield taste of Jin Ge Iron Horse from him. Wang Chan couldn't help but glance at it again, where did this look like a monk. However, thinking of his master, who was even less like a monk, Wang Chan was also relieved.

At this moment, Wang Chan suddenly felt a strong wind coming from the back of his head, and a long knife slashed at him, only to see Wang Chan dodge in a very embarrassed way, and at the same time, he accidentally tripped over the mount under the crotch of the bandit. The bandit who wanted to sneak attack fell off his horse without sitting firmly, and happened to fall next to a Yicheng officer and soldier, who was stunned for a moment, picked up the spear in his hand and stabbed the thief fiercely.

The blood splattered out like this, a flower of blood blooming......

Black Wind Mountain.

In a top-secret room, there were two people sitting, one of whom was the master of Black Wind Village, who had been born in the past two years.

It's just that this bandit leader is not at all the image of the mountain king who looks like a tiger with a tiger's back and a bear's waist in the eyes of the common people, but is more like a well-mannered scholar. looks like he is in his thirties, fair-skinned and handsome, dressed in an elegant green shirt, and indescribably romantic. At this time, he was gently rubbing the warm runyu wrench on his thumb, looking at a middle-aged man dressed as a rich man in front of him and smiling without saying a word.

"Shi Da's master is really worthy of being a real hero, and the brothers who were born and died together actually said that they would give it up. The rich man laughed.

"I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf, I still understand this simple truth. It's just that compared to Mr. Qian, I'm far behind. Mr. Qian used the lives of his entire clan as a vote for his name, and this kind of courage was never available. The scholar surnamed Shi smiled and spoke.

was poked in the sore spot, and the rich man was not annoyed, but laughed and said, "It is their blessing to be able to dedicate themselves to the Holy Sect." I just hope that Zhao Da will not mess up this matter, and the Dharma Protector attaches great importance to this. ”

"Don't worry, as long as it's not the first one in each academy to personally go down the mountain to take me, a traitor, whoever comes from Shaolin this time will be the same!" said this, the young scholar's face unconsciously began to deform a little, looking hideous and terrifying.

"What they took from me, I'm going to get it back double. ”

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